What Am I Doing Here

Starin' at the south end of north bound cattle

Slavin' in the saddle all day

You've got to be some kind of natural born fool

To want to live your life this way

Well it can't be the cooking, it sure ain't the money

The devil made the horse that I ride

The days are too long and the nights are too short

And the boss ain't never satisfied

So what am I doing here Lord? What am I doing here?

There's got to be something better up there

So what am I doing here?

Sometimes I wonder in the lightning and the thunder

If a cowboy's even got a prayer

And why'd you have to make it so hard down here

When things are so much better up there

Now the Lord called His angels all around the throne

Said, "Boys I must be wastin' my time

Cause I thought I gave the cowboy a pretty good life

Now he's complaining 'til the day he dies"